And then there's the art, tea and cake, the garden and music; in no particular order and with fun … then there will be days when there is no order and or fun. Either way my day posts from the print room, the cafe or the bike (which incidentally is usually parked in the garden when not in use) will be tempered accordingly

Saturday … what price on pleasure?

Today is the Christmas Art Market; I have been working very hard for several weeks. I am pleased with the result and ready to produce a little display. But I am not ready to put a price on the pieces. Why is this? Does it mean I value my work at nil? I suppose it does. So the questions go on and the self doubt creeps in.

This is a shame because all the time I was working, making shapes and marks and creating I was happy. I did not consider the price of the materials or the time it took. It t has been a joy I do not regret the costs or the time. When I look at the result I smile and say ‘Yes time and money well spent’

Taking it to the show I feel like a mother and her beloved but scruffy kids on their first day at school exposed and vulnerable. My little gems are to me priceless while I would happily give them away ( maybe not my children) I am not ready to give them a price tag!